You know it's Mother's Day when...
...you have to clear up and do the dishes from your super-special Mother's Day (MD) Breakfast...and then clean stained dresses from rampant blackberry messes.
...you fight your kids to get dressed in church clothes, all the while begging them to hurry so you're not late to church...again.
...while listening to church speakers talk of their near-angelic mothers and wives, you have to stifle screams and cries of your own demonic offspring, all the while getting dirty looks from the old people in the pew in front of you (where's the motherly love in that, I tell you?!).
...you are forced to "share" all MD treats...causing major chocolate messes that, again, need to be cleaned.
...you make most of the MD dinner while your husband talks on the phone to HIS mother (ahhh, what a nice son ;)...including the MD dessert of pumpkin pie that your son has been insisting you bake for the last half week....not to mention, you strongly dislike pumpkin pie.
...while making said pumpkin pie, you're attempting to multitask in a motherly fashion by prepping potatoes to bake, making pie filling, cooking broccoli, etc and manage to royally screw up the pie crust (seriously, easily the most disastrous crust ever).
...you look around at the end of the day, see piles of toys and clothes, and realize it's your job to pick them up in the morning.
I'm beginning to now understand just why my mother has never been all that fond of Mother's Day.
Happy Mother's Day to all the influential women in my life! May your Mother's Day be filled with clean faces, perfect pie crusts, and dish-less sinks.
*in defense of my darling husband, he came to his senses and helped with dish-doing and the last half of dinner-making when he saw what I was up to.